<TITLE>27. Par 94-96</TITLE>L-94 They was holding her down because it wasn't right. The other people had prayer cards, and they'd come there and got the cards. And so they have to treat everybody right. Or you let one come without a card, then you--then you got a riot, sure enough, in something like that. So... And she had--she had to wait.
So I said, "Open up and bring her."
And he said, "Daddy, she hasn't got a prayer card."
I said, "Bring her on."
Said, "What's the matter?" I said, "I just seen something."
So they brought her up. And here she come up there, and she knelt down on the floor, and she said, "Padre."
I said, "No, no, no. Get up." A beautiful little woman, looked to be about in her twenties, and a little Mexican thing in her little hairs hanging down over her shoulders like that, and her great big eyes, and the tears running down her cheeks. She said, "Padre..." over there saying something. And I said...
Brother Espinosa said, "I bring to you, father, my baby. He's dead."
And I said, "Since when did he die?"
Said, "Nine o'clock this morning at the doctor's office."
"What was wrong?"
"Pneumonia."
So Brother Espinosa... I put my hand on top of that wet blanket, just soaking wet, and it pouring down rain. And I put my hand on that little wet blanket.
And I said, "Heavenly Father, I don't know the persistence of this little woman. But a few moments ago when I looked out on the audience, I seen a little baby looking at me grinning out there." She had the blanket laying over it, holding it like this. I said, "If that was the baby, and because of this little woman being so persistent that--that You're going to heal the baby..."
And about that time it went "Wah," and begin to kick its legs like that. It was alive.

L-95 I said, "Brother Espinosa, don't put that... Don't get... go... Take... Put a runner after that woman, and go down to the doctor's office and let him sign a statement."
And he found the doctor, and the doctor signed the statement. "I pronounced the baby, respiration all gone this morning at nine o'clock."
The baby was cold and stiff, and been dead since nine o'clock that morning, and come to life, because a little woman was persistent. She'd seen something happen, and she wasn't going to take "No" for it. That goes to show that the same God that was inspiring this little Greek woman could inspire a Spanish woman. And He can inspire the same thing tonight if you'll believe it. Do you believe it? Oh, be perseverant.

L-96 Lord Jesus, I believe that You are the Son of God. You suffered under Pontius Pilate. You were crucified, died, buried, rose again the third day, and alive forevermore. You promised "A little while and the world (kosmos, world order) will see Me no more. Yet ye shall see Me, for I (personal pronoun) will be with you, even in you, to the end of the world," Jesus Christ the same yesterday, today, and forever.
"I believe You, Lord. I am persistent tonight. Faith has caught a hold somehow. I believe that You'll heal me. I believe that You'll save me. I believe that You'll give to me the desire of my heart, and I'm holding on to You."


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